Chapter 7
She was nervous to say the least. There was only so much stress her body could handle, and it seemed to have reached its' limit as she stood in front of the door to his room. The needle that contained the benzos held firmly in her hand.
Tsunade had asked no questions when she requested the dose, so she gave no answers. It was easier that way. As if not talking about the whirlpool of emotions in her body could somehow make them not real. Just a figment of her imagination. Her very wild and unsettling imagination.
She let out a breath through her nose, and rose a small fist to the metal door before her. With three quick raps on the frame, she opened it and stepped inside, letting it shut behind her.
He sat on his bed, leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out before him, and a thick volume in his hands. He glanced up briefly at her, and that feral grin split his face. He closed his book and set it aside on his stand next to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he looked up at her expectantly.
"Just how long where you planning on standing out there before coming in?" he asked in his deep voice while his jade eyes mocked her.
"I don't need to explain myself to you." she spat and moved to stand in front of the desk chair across from him. "Now we can either get this done the easy way, or the hard way."
"Is that a threat." he growled at her, and his eyes turned dark. A shiver played up her spine, and she got worried that it wasn't caused by the fear, but by his tone of voice.
"Take it how you want it." she said simply, eyeing him warily.
A slow grin spread across his face, and he leaned even further off the mattress. He looked like he would pounce for the kill any minute.
"Threaten me, and you will leave this room in a body bag."
Her stomach rolled, and she felt the cold raw fear that was present when she first layed eyes on him. Except this time, the fear was accopmanied by another feeling. A bubbling sensation deep inside her body, and it got worse when his dark voice sounded like death itself. Somehow, she found it alluring, and that made her want to bolt.
"Do you...." she took a steadying breath to calm herself. "Do you want to know any more about the benzos before I inject you?"
Her eyed her a moment before he sneered,"No. Because you won't be able to inject me with it anyway."
Her anger rose, and emerald eyes narrowed dangerously. "And why is that?" she asked seethingly.
"Because I don't feel like letting you." he answered as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Sakura glowered at him, and he smirked in response. "Yes you are. It's going to help you. Whether you want it or not, isn't your choice. It's mine. And I say your taking it. So suck up your petty whining, and deal with it." She snapped as her hands clenched into fists, threatning to bust the dose she held in her hand.
In one fluid movement he was off the bed and standing before her with the same grin on his face. Sakura watched him warily, but didn't calm down her irratation. After what he was causing her, she wanted to make him feel uncomfortable or anything that would make him angry.
And besides, him just plain refusing the medication was pissing her off.
"Oh?" he asked in his deep sly voice. "Then I guess that changes things doesn't it."
She scowled at him. "Damn right it does, now give me your arm so I can get this over with."
Instead of giving her the appendage she was wanting, he leaned down into her personal space, and she had to struggle to compose herself so as to not immediatly pull back. Why give him the upper hand?
He was looking at her dead in the eyes, and with a deadly smirk, he moved to the side and began to circle around her. She felt like a baby zebra being sized up by the sadistic lion that was slowly plotting her death and anticipating eating her innards.
Her emerald eyes followed his slow circling warily, and she wondered what he was plotting. His cool eyes were raking over her form and she felt oddly exposed. Vulnerable. She began to twist her head from side to side, so as to keep him in her line of vision at all times, just incase he attacked with her back turned.
A few minutes passed like this, and she was getting dizzy from the cold fear thrumming in her veins and having to keep him in her line of sight.
She watched him pass in front of her again, and a glint of pure mischief and malice was in his jade eyes. Immediatly tensing up, she scrutinized him more carefully.....that is until he walked behind her. Her emerald eyes snapped to the opposite side, expecting him to come around like he had the other times. He didn't.
When he didn't appear, she swung her head back to the other side to see if he switched directions. He didn't.
Hot breath prickeled at the exposed skin on her neck, and she froze in response. Fighting the urge to run, and the want to lean back into the body she knew was behind her.
"Are you afraid?" he asked in an amused voice.
She realized then, that that was what he wanted. Her fear. Her indecision. He wanted to make her feel insecure in his presence. It was what he enjoyed, seeing people squirm. He liked being the cause of another's feeling of unease.
She was not going to give him the satisfaction of winning over her.
"No." she answered in a sure voice. She could feel him smirk behind her.
"Really." he breathed onto her skin.
Calmly, she turned to face him and looked up into his twin orbs. "I'm not afraid."
His bright eyes danced with amusement, and he took a step closer to her. On instinct of having her personal space invaded so openly, she took a step back and regretted it.
Mentally slapping herself she ranted. 'No stupid! That's what he wants! Fight back!'
Taking a deep breath, she stepped back into the postition she was before, this time pressing herself up against him. Her body heated up immediatly, while her stomach did summer saults and her heart hammered against her chest.
For the first time, Sakura saw unsureness light Gaara's eyes. He didn't move...at all. He just froze. She felt him stiffen against her, and she tensed in response. Her emerald eyes searched his for an answer for his behavior.
He glared down at her. But it wasn't the same. It still held death, but his own fear was shining through now. Not a lot, just enough to make her beyond curious, and she wondered what was causing it.
"Maybe it's you who is afraid, Gaara." Sakura wondered aloud.
Before she could react, she was harshly shoved against the wall behind her with the volatile red-head pressed roughly against her. His eyes flashed with rage, and a throaty growl rumbled deep in his chest.
Her back hurt, and she knew she would have a bruise later. But she was more worried about the man holding her. He looked like he was about to rip her throat out, and she was afraid. To afraid to react to his closeness.
"Don't ever accuse me of being of afraid. Especially from a pathetic excuse of a human being like yourself." he spat menacingly.
Her wide emerald eyes stared up at him. Uncontrolled fear shining through. She couldn't rein it in, her emotions. They were taking over. Her body was acting of it's own accord, and she knew she would regret it later. She knew his comments would eat her up from the inside if she didn't hide her fear, but she couldn't.
"I'll kill you, Haruno. Leave me alone." his voice was dark as he all but murdered her with his eyes.
She gulped. Her frame trembled, and she couldn't tear away her doe like eyes from his face. He was so close. She couldn't really decide if him being this close to her was awkward or comfortable. She did know, however, that her body was reacting to him in a way that she really wished it wouldn't.
Images including the volatile red-head continued to play again and again in her head. Why was he poisoning her brain like this? Her body? How could he have this much of an impact on her? She had been with men before, but they could not even reach the level of intamcy that this....this phsyco was causing her just by standing close to her.
With a low growl, he pushed away from her and backed up five steps, leaving plenty of retreating room. She stood in a daze against the wall, not really there, still wrapped up in her own thoughts.
"Your wasting my time." his low voice snapped her back to the present.
Emerald eyes looked blankly at the red-head, before comprehension dawned on her. Her mouth slightly open she took a half-step toward him, her nurse shoes not making a sound on the floor.
He glared at her and lowered his head a fraction as he crossed arms over his chest. His cold eyes giving her a look that dared her to make a move he didn't approve of. She felt like his prey.
"I have to g-give you your medicine." she winced as she stuttered, not wanting to look weak in front of him.
He didn't move.
Looking warily at him, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the syringe full of the benzos that had to be injected into his body.
"It's better if you lay down on the bed, it'll make you tired." she pointed to his bed to her side.
Without a word or a sound he crossed by her, his clothes making a slight russle when rubbed against hers, and layed on his back on the bed.
Mildly surprised that he actually listened to her, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back the sleeve of his shirt to inject him. Sakura could feel his eyes on her the entire time and it made it hard to concentrate.
After carefully sticking the needle into his arm, and injecting the meds, she withdrew and put the syringe back in her coat pocket for disposal later.
Sakura's eyes watched him closely as his body slowly relaxed as it reacted to the drug. His cold jade eyes stayed locked on her, even as they drooped as he became more and more tired. He looked more innocent like this, more calm and approachable. But it was a lie.
Her nimble hand reached out to brush his red bangs away to expose the scar for love above his left eye. His brow twitched, like he was trying to scowl at her but finding it asking for to much energy.
She wondered exactly what had happened to him to make him live like he did. And why his Uncle could find it in himself to just drop a little boy off to rot in an institution. How could anyone be so cruel. Why did the world have to be so cruel to him? What had he done exactly to earn it? Nothing. It's what it - whatever that may be - had done to him.
But then, as she watched his eyes slowly close, that's what she was here for. She could help him, find out why he was here, and fix it. Help him live a life that doesn't consist of being a caged bird. She could and would be the person that showed him how to fly, because it was never to late to learn. He was human, and seemed to be even more sane than herself.
Now, she just needed to speak to his family. The siblings that would be arriving in two weeks for his birthday. They would have information that could be vital to the case of freeing this red-head. Her patient.
She wouldn't let him spend the rest of his life dying slowly in place where he has no right to be.